You say, “I am Mr Bennet, Vampyre. If you linger any longer in my house, I will sink my fangs into your withered neck and drink your blood. I make no distinction between peasants and persons of rank.”
Lady Catherine recoils, as though recognising a higher power than her own, and leaves your house without uttering another word. Your family, as usual, think you are joking.
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